Page 74 of Bittersweet

“Really?” I’ve seen the way he is with his daughter, even before I knew Coco was his. Elio’s dedication to her is heart-warming and honestly, ridiculouslyhot.

“Okay, that’s not true. You’re the first woman I’ve wanted to fuck.” There’s that word again sending shivers down my spine and a thrill through my lady parts, and now I have no idea what the hell else he just said because I can’t stop thinking about him wanting to fuckme.

“I want to have sex with you,” I blurt out, a little bit lost in hiseyes.

“And here I thought you were half-naked in my bed because you wanted me to teach you how tocook.”

I laugh. “Nope. I’m just here to hit it and quitit.”

“Really? What makes you think I’ll let you leave?” Kicking his shoes to the side, he pushes his jeans the rest of the way off. Elio settles his weight between my legs, his erection a hot and heavy weight against the thin fabric of my panties. He pivots his hips, and I groan. “What makes you think you’ll want to leave after I’m done withyou?”

He’s right; I doubt I’ll ever want to leave, especially when it feels so good to be in hisarms.

Elio leans up on his elbow and slides a hand down my body, pushing aside my panties until we’re skin on skin and his fingertips trace delicate patterns over my slick flesh. He delves lower, easing a finger inside me. I inhale, contract my inner muscles around him, and allow my head to roll to the side. The rest of my body is taut like a bowstring, on edge withneed.

“Please, Elio. I need you insideme.”

A small smile tips his lips as he adds another finger and continues to fuck me with his hand. “No.”

“Please?” I beg, sounding anything butmyself.

“Not until you come forme.”

“No, I can’t . . .” My hands reach for him, taking his cock and stroking it with a ferocity that matches his own. “Please. I needyou.”

He groans, his eyes falling closed as he ceases his own ministrations and gets lost in mine. “Fuck.”

A beat later, he’s gone from the bed and fumbling through his nightstand. He pulls out a foil packet, and tears it open with his teeth. I smile at that, at seeing him so eager, so desperate to be insideme.

He rolls the condom down his thick shaft and crawls across the bed toward me. He wedges himself between my legs, but doesn’t climb on top. Instead, he kneels on the mattress and slowly pushes into me. The angle doesn’t allow for him to thrust too deep, but he grabs his cock with his hand as he pushes inside, caressing us both. I toy with my nipples as he thrusts into me, his eyes watching my fingers pluck the tautbuds.

“Jesus Christ, Romy. You’re so fuckinghot.”

“I need you closer,” I beg. Elio slides his hand under my ass and pulls us both upright, so I’m straddling his waist, my legs wrapped around his hips, my fingers laced together behind his shoulders. He holds me tight as we rock into one another. We breathe one another’s breath, staving off orgasm until the rocking becomes too much. Heat builds in my core, and I tumble headfirst into ecstasy. I lose myself to his lips on my neck, his full cock coming inside me, and his arms circling my body, holding me as if I were the most precious thing onearth.

Sated, we stay like that for a long time—kissing, touching, exploring one another with our hands and lips, as if we have all the time in theworld.

Eventually, Elio falls back on the bed. He discards the condom, tossing it in the trash, then pulls me on top of him. I link my hands with his, and he brings them to his lips before kissing all the way up my arm to my clavicle. “You were kidding about that quitting it part,right?”

“Well, thatdepends.”

“On what?” His expression isserious.

“On what you’re cooking forbreakfast.”

Elio presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Anything that will make youstay.”

“Pancakes, bacon, pastry. Anything with carbs,” I say, grinning like a fool because for the first time in weeks, I don’t have someone breathing down my neck telling me I’m not allowed to eat this or that. After all, weren’t Sundays invented forvices?

“Done.”

I laugh as his breath washes over my neck. “For the record, I would have stayed for boxedcereal.”

“And I would have made every recipe in my arsenal to keep youhere.”

I smile and tilt my head so that his lips meet mine. The kiss quickly turns from soft and sensual to an all-out blaze, igniting our desire for one another. Once again, our hands and lips are everywhere, and there is no place in the world I would ratherbe.

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